Music of the Spheres

In my body parts celebration, run
a tuning fork vibration, humming. Spun
cobwebs of fine energy electric
respond, settle all the places hectic.

Here I am new and vibrant. I can say
no to the dental X-rays; they don’t play
well in my balance. Not a working stiff,
I’m noodling my own creative riff.

Inspired by: Xray, Celebration, Cobweb and written in the Stream of Consciousness Saturday style to the prompt body parts. With a nod to the amazing balance tuning forks create in my body electric.

Featured image: playing “electric” guitar back in 1975.

The Key of Life

Intuition guides me through this current.
Light-cords through the aether twinkle. I’ve learnt
harmony, tinkling piano keys
since I was three, sound and grounded, at ease

splashing in rain, mud slurp-squishing through toes.
Playing outside my heart’s desire. The throes
of now steerable from that innocence
which chose concordance through the peril. Hence

in my grief, watching as three ducks emerge
into the subtle lightening, dawn’s verge
reveals the hidden clues to loving eyes.
Coherence in stillness lets music rise.

The sky is an outrageous symphony.
The high notes white and gold and shot with pink.
Dark rumbles from the west betoken rain.
The sun’s slow burst of colors in free rein.

Inspired by: Piano, Current, Betoken and OctPoWriMo Day 14 Rain.

Featured image: I went out in the dawn to take photos of the ducks when the sun swept over the horizon.